Senior, follow me

23 senior, lecture

Fang Qiao stood up awkwardly following his strength, looking as if he was not satisfied yet.

"Bring over the script and get down to business first!" Yan Zicheng ordered, and Fang Qiao obeyed obediently.

This stage play, whose script is mainly written by Yan Zicheng, tells a story about the youth of Bei Piao.

Yao Jing is an ordinary college student who just graduated from a small city.After leaving school, with the expectations of his girlfriend and parents, he went to Beijing alone to work hard.However, the development of things will not always be as smooth as imagined. The pressure of life, fierce competition, and the complicated ways of the world oppress his nerves and passion all the time, and drain his blood. Little by little.

The care from his parents, the greetings from his girlfriend, those beautiful things that gave him strength gradually became a burden, and gradually, a pain.

When wandering alone in this huge city, Yao Jing often felt at a loss.Where is the hope of life?He ate and slept in the small rented house, tossing and turning, like a child lost in the night, all he could see was boundless darkness.

His girlfriend, who is one year younger than him, has also graduated and is going to Beijing to find him and work hard with him.

He was very hesitant, not knowing whether he should tell his current situation, or whether he should stop his girlfriend's enthusiasm.Or more directly... Should this love be stopped.

He chatted online to vent his inner depression, but unexpectedly met an interesting person.

He didn't know this person's name, but only his nickname, which was "Return".

At first, Yao Jing couldn't even figure out the other party's gender. It wasn't until one day that the two started talking on QQ that he could confirm that the other party was the same sex.

On the way home, like him, he was also a hard-working Beidiao in Beijing, fighting against the entire city alone.

The same experience, the same mentality, and the same life make the relationship between the two people closer and closer.It's just that they never broke the boundaries of the Internet and stepped into each other's lives.

It feels good to call each other by nicknames, as if the whole person is wrapped in a film, quiet and safe.

They share the ups and downs of life with each other, until finally, they are driven to the same inflection point by fate, and then they separate and forget each other in the rivers and lakes.

The entire stage play maintains a quiet and tense atmosphere, the emotions are calm and undercurrent, and the plot is inadvertently turbulent.Everything started from Yao Jing's hesitation and entanglement, developed in the different fates of Yao Jing and Gui Tu, and finally came to an abrupt end in the completely different choices of the two.The beginning, succession and closure are exquisite, starting from life, inherited from fate, transferred to people's hearts, and matched with fate. With a calm tone and a steady rhythm, it tells the story of tension, heavy and ups and downs, just like a spider weaving a web, calmly, It's all about the impermanence of the world.

Yan Zicheng's exquisite and timeless narrative skills are brought to the extreme in this script.

After listening to his narration, Fang Qiao felt that she had sunk into the huge Beijing city, her heart and mind were moved accordingly, and she couldn't get back to her senses for a long time.

It took him a long time to react, and he couldn't help being dumbfounded——

"Senior! You let me play the journey home, it's not a supporting role at all! This is obviously a leading role!"

With a smile in his eyes, Yan Zicheng nodded slowly.

Fang Qiao went crazy, "I absolutely can't act! How could this be possible! Shouldn't someone from the acting department play such an important role?"

Yan Zicheng rested his chin on one hand and explained with a smile, "The role of Homecoming is very special. His relationship with Yao Jing is a netizen, and most of the communication is through voice chat, so most of the parts about him will only be played on stage. There are voices, but no real people. In a sense, this kind of performance is very difficult. The most common way for actors to express emotions is through eyes and body movements. After depriving these things, only the voice There are really too few actors who can play, even Yang Ze and I can't find any suitable candidates for the acting department. In this case, you are better than the acting department, so..."

"So, you two are counting me on a pirate ship?" Fang Qiao murmured sadly.

Yan Zicheng coughed lightly, and suppressed the smile on the corner of his mouth, "I didn't plan on you, didn't you ask for this on your own initiative?"

Fang Qiao still looked at him with resentful eyes, until he couldn't take it anymore, and changed the subject, "Read the script carefully, and tell me if there is anything you don't understand." He thought for a while, and added, "You can tell me if you have any suggestions."

Yan Zicheng was still thinking about the tacit and efficient cooperation between the two when discussing the script with Fang Qiao last time, thinking that maybe this time, Fang Qiao could also give valuable suggestions like last time.

Fang Qiao obediently picked up the notebook and began to read it carefully, and was fascinated after a while.

Yan Zicheng leaned against the head of the bed and looked at him with his head tilted. The yellow light hit the boy's sharp-edged face, and the small shadows made his appearance more handsome and handsome. His eyes were focused and his expression was serious. Sliding on the paper, there was the rustling sound of paper turning, and the room was very quiet and gentle.

Gentle, just like Fang Qiao's deep and pleasant voice.

When writing the script, why did you create such a character who exists by voice?Maybe at that time, what floated in his mind was Fang Qiao's appearance...

Thinking about it, Yan Zicheng couldn't help but smile slightly.

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When Fang Qiao finally looked up from the script, it was past eleven o'clock, and Yan Zicheng was lying on his side on the bed, already asleep, his nostrils fluttering slightly, and he was breathing lightly.

The man's cheeks are thin and pale, which is not only the trace left by years of poor health, but also the result of this month's exhaustion. Maybe it is still troubled by the family affairs before. Wrinkled, with a worried look on his face.

As if aware of his gaze, Yan Zicheng's eyelids trembled a few times, and he slowly opened his eyes.

He was not fully awake yet, with blank eyes, he called softly, "...Fang Qiao?"

Fang Qiao put the script away, leaned over carefully, lay down beside him, and whispered, "Senior, I've finished reading your script."

Yan Zicheng was stunned, and asked with a smile, "Then...how do you feel?"

Under the dim light, Fang Qiao looked serious, "Senior, do you... really want to go back to Beijing?"

Yan Zicheng's eyes flickered, and he asked calmly, "Why do you ask that?"

"I always feel that if it is not someone who likes Beijing, it is impossible to write such a thing."

"...Liking a place and wanting to go back are two different things." Yan Zicheng lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, "Now... I can stay anywhere, whether it's Beijing or Chengdu, it doesn't make much difference."

Yes, no matter which city it is, there is no home to settle down.That being the case, where is the body, what difference does it make?Yan Zicheng thought to himself mockingly, but suddenly a hot and strong force came from his body, and Fang Qiao's arm wrapped around his shoulder.

"Senior, we will have a family, and we will be in Beijing... This is also my wish." The boy's voice was muffled, as if he was sad, but also angry, "Actually... I don't like being with you very much. You make an appointment to meet at a hotel, it feels so bad, like...we don't have anything... I hope one day, we can have our own house, a home of our own, even if it's rented, even if it's A small room is fine, as long as it's home...we can go back at night and leave in the day, we have the key in our hands, and we can open that door anytime without worrying about missing time...I can I'll fall asleep with you in my arms, don't worry if it will arouse suspicion..."

The boy's eyes were bright, and the stars twinkled in his pupils, "Senior, sooner or later, we will live such a life, right?"

Yan Zicheng looked at him, unable to say anything for a while.The picture drawn by Fang Qiao was once his deepest and deepest desire, but those gleaming and beautiful things have gradually worn away their brilliance by time and reality, slowly becoming dull, and finally lost by him. To the corner of memory.But now, when these things come out of Fang Qiao's mouth, they become real and believable again, as if they are within reach, and you can touch them with a little tiptoe, for no reason... Let His eyes were a little sour.

"Yes, yes." Yan Zicheng smiled with his eyebrows bent, quietly wiped away the faint water stains from the corners of his eyes, and promised in a low voice, "We will have our own home."

We will have our own home, whether in Chengdu or Beijing.

As long as someone has a home, it really doesn't matter what city they are in.

"Senior, good night."

"Good night."

Yan Zicheng's judgment is very accurate, the role of "Returning Way" is indeed very suitable for Fang Qiao.

There is not much need to appear on stage, just to express the characters with voice, which is not too difficult for Fang Qiao.

"Zicheng, where did you find such a good seedling? The voice and sense of drama are really good." Beside the master console, Jian Junhao folded his arms and listened to the movement on the stage, making no secret of his admiration .

At this time, Fang Qiao was holding a microphone behind the scenes to play against the actor who played "Yao Jing" in the front stage. The two of them came and went, and neither of them lost their momentum, which was far beyond Jian Junhao's expectations.

In this stage play called "The Wanderer", the role of "Returning" is actually the most difficult.Because there is almost no need to show his face, the requirements for voice recognition and sense of drama are particularly high. Jian Junhao was still worried about where to find someone who can hold such a role, but he did not expect Yan Zicheng to be so fast. I found a candidate, and the quality is still so high.

After hearing what he said, Yan Zicheng smiled slightly, with a hint of joy flashing in his eyes, "He is a junior of mine in the broadcasting station. When I was looking for an actor, I thought he was quite capable in the aspect of voice. Pulled him over."

"It turned out to be an acquaintance..." Jian Junhao was stunned for a while, and said half-jokingly: "So, you must have planned to find him to play the role a long time ago, right? This role is suitable for him, I see, you don't It was tailor-made for him!"

Yan Zicheng glanced at him and shrugged noncommittally.

"OK! This scene is good, all units rest for half an hour!" Director Yang Zeda, who was guarding the stage, gave an order, and everyone dispersed.

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